Mafia Queen [paused]

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Groaning, I open my eyes to find myself in the same torture room I was kept in before with guys that looked like if I make any move I'd have bullets down my throat.

Why does it hurt everywhere?

I try to stretch out my limbs but I realize that I was tied to a metal chair that was cemented to the ground. I was tied in a three way style and I'm impressed. The ropes cross my chest, going behind my back to a pole. This people are trying so hard to keep me here.

"Why did y'all change my position?" I grin at the guards that were surrounding me with their guns aimef at my head and with one wrong move from me, pew pew, I'm gone.

They all look so pissed, I mean who wouldn't, I killed more than ten of their friends. So sad.

"Y'all look so rigid, let's have fun. Okay okay, let's play a game." I wink at them but none of them smiled. Mean.

"Drumroll. The game is called ‘Free The Prisoner’" I nod at them and some tried to hide their smile while the others rolled their eyes.

Guess I'm staying here for a while.

I roll my head, hissing back a curse when pain shoots up my neck to my skull. Arianna. I know she's the Queen of Death but she's good, I'd give her that, so skilled and so detailed like she's been trained from birth, but bad for her, so was I, making it possible for me to hold myself in the fight.

The lock of the cell clicks and a buzz sound resonates around the room and that was when I noticed how cold the room was. I hear the clicks of heels first before I could see the person but I knew that it was her and she's here to finish her mission—to end my life.

To say I was calm with what was about to happen is an understatement. I was beyond thrilled—excited to finally see how it feels to die—to know the difference between life and death.

To others I might be their knight in shining armour, a superhero, because of their drive to right the wrong but I know deep down that I'm not and will never be.

I have secrets no one knows about, secrets that'd get anyone running far away from me with their shoes in their hands when they find out, and a past that's so haunting and terrifying I've been trying years to erase and wipe out of existence but nightmares have a thing of coming back to haunt my dreams.

"Hey there." She finally comes into view, a small smile on her face. "Sorry for keeping you waiting, I was in a meeting."

My stomach rumbles and I roll my eyes. "At least feed me before you kill me."

I haven't eaten in days, four to five days now, or however long I've been kept locked up.

"Who said anything about killing you?" She grins, taking the files from the huge guy that stood behind her with his long hair pulled back and a scar running over half of his face.